Beyond the Apocalypse-Chapter 1020: True Depravita of Gluttony vs Devil Lord Virelion

Chapter 1020: True Depravita of Gluttony vs Devil Lord Virelion

The power behind the descent of the True Depravita of Gluttony’s gargantuan body was immense, twisted the sky, yet the impact never came.

At the last instant, the desert bloomed.

Devil Lord Virelion’s flesh surged upward in a violent reflex, the sand itself turning to living mass as countless crimson tendrils erupted. They collided midair, wrapping, anchoring, catching—not stopping the blow, but receiving the lightning serpent’s descent.

"BOOOOOOOOOOM—!"

Thunder detonated beneath the golden dome as lightning slammed into flesh. The collision birthed a sun of white-blue radiance, shockwaves tearing across the desert in concentric rings. Dunes were flattened into molten glass, firestorms snuffed out only to reignite moments later, and the God Prison above shimmered violently as if struck by a god’s fist.

Jormungandr roared.

The True Depravita of Gluttony twisted his colossal body, coils snapping like chained storms as lightning cascaded from scale to scale. His form stretched across the sky, a living catastrophe of thunder and hunger, eyes burning as he forced himself downward through the writhing mass.

But Virelion did not resist.

He yielded.

The tendrils softened, becoming elastic, allowing the lightning to sink deeper rather than deflecting it. Jormungandr’s momentum carried him into the Devil Lord’s body, lightning tearing through living tissue, vaporizing entire sections into incandescent ash.

And then the flesh closed.

Virelion’s body folded inward around the serpent like a collapsing sea, layers of muscle, cartilage, and vascular growths sealing over the impact point. The lightning was swallowed, its thunder muffled, absorbed, diffused.

Jormungandr was trapped inside the Devil Lord, and things only grew worse.

The energy he unleashed did not dissipate—it was being drained.

Devil Lord Vileraion was ancient beyond measure, and there was a reason why he had endured for so long. His size was equaled by his battle skills and mind.

However, Jormungandr was a master as well, and his eyes ignited with power.

A gravitational pull tore at the battlefield. Heat vanished. Fire dimmed. Even sound warped as energy, life force, and residual power were stripped from the air and funneled into Jormungandr’s core. His lightning intensified, arcs growing thicker, brighter, more violent as he devoured everything Virelion’s body attempted to take.

Using that opening, Jormungandr managed to gauge enough strength to tear a hole in the Devil Lord’s body, emerging from the cocoon of flesh that attempted to trap him.

However, the Devil Lord was not one to give up easily. Virelion’s body split open, revealing a colossal maw that tore through the desert, lined not with teeth but with spiraling rings of grinding bone and pulsing red muscle. It lunged upward, clamping around one of Jormungandr’s coils with crushing force.

"CRRRAAAASH!"

The pressure was immediate and horrifying. Biological strength layered upon biological strength, tightening not in brute force but in calculated increments, testing resistance, measuring elasticity, adapting in real time.

Jormungandr thrashed.

Lightning detonated point-blank, spearing downward into Virelion’s body in continuous pillars. Entire kilometers of flesh were reduced to ash, only for fresh mass to surge upward from below, replacing what was lost faster than destruction could keep pace.

Virelion’s laughter rippled through the battlefield—not as sound, but as vibration that pulsed through flesh, sand, and bone alike.

This was not a killing blow.

It was dominion.

Parasitic growths burst from the Devil Lord’s body, latching onto Jormungandr’s scales. Living drills bored into storm-forged armor, injecting invasive essence that writhed and multiplied the moment it entered. Tendrils anchored deeper, forming organic conduits that siphoned life force directly from the serpent’s body.

For the first time, Jormungandr faltered.

His coils slowed. Lightning flickered erratically as the parasitic drain intensified. Virelion’s body grew denser, heavier, its mass increasing as stolen vitality was converted directly into biomass.

The Devil Lord was feeding.

However, instead of fear, the eyes of the True Depravita of Gluttony glowed with a meaningful light. He had learn enough, and now he unleashed his full power.

The Seal of Gluttony fully awakened.

The world lurched.

Consumption was no longer limited to energy or matter. The act of feeding itself inverted. Virelion’s parasitic conduits convulsed as the life force flowing through them reversed violently, ripped screaming back into Jormungandr. The invasive growths withered, their stolen vitality torn from them and devoured in an instant.

Virelion’s flesh recoiled, and a flash of pain arose in his soul.

Thousands of eyes narrowed, focusing entirely on the lightning serpent now thrashing free of his grasp. New structures began forming—dense, rune-veined tissues designed not to feed, but to endure being consumed.

The battlefield ceased to be a place.

It became a living catastrophe. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

The desert heaved as Virelion rose higher, his titanic body tearing free from beneath the sands in its true magnitude. Kilometers of crimson flesh unfurled, layered and coiled upon itself like a continent-sized organ, veins glowing as they pumped stolen vitality through his form. Entire regions of the battlefield were absorbed into him, dunes collapsing into muscle, firestorms compressed into burning organs that pulsed with stolen heat.

Virelion no longer resembled a creature.

He was a biosphere.

Jormungandr answered with thunder.

Lightning erupted from his coils in an unbroken storm, arcs so vast they bridged horizon to horizon beneath the golden dome. His massive body surged forward, tearing through the air with unstoppable momentum, each movement birthing sonic booms that shattered the sky itself.

They collided.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"

The impact obliterated everything between them. Flesh, lightning, fire, and space collapsed into a single point before detonating outward in a wave of annihilation. The golden dome flared violently, divine runes igniting across its surface as it struggled to contain the devastation within.

Virelion struck first.

His body split open along dozens of axes, revealing enormous internal structures—biological cannons that launched compressed masses of living matter at hypersonic speed. Each projectile screamed as it flew, reshaping midair into barbed spears, crushing hammers, and writhing nests of parasites.

Jormungandr did not evade.

He devoured.

The Power of Gluttony burned like a collapsing star as space bent inward around him. The living weapons were torn apart at the conceptual level, their mass, momentum, and vitality stripped and swallowed before they could reach him. The energy fed directly into his lightning, amplifying it into blinding lances that pierced deep into Virelion’s body.

Whole regions of the Devil Lord were erased.

And yet—he grew faster.

Where lightning carved once, reflective tissues formed. Where consumption stripped function, redundant organs replaced it instantly. His biomass thickened, layers upon layers of adaptive flesh stacking atop one another until even Jormungandr’s lightning began to slow as it traveled through.

Virelion released the full might of his power and wrapped around the True Depravita of Gluttony.

Kilometer-wide coils of flesh crushed inward, pressure increasing in calculated increments. Bone grew where bone was needed. Elastic cartilage replaced shattered structures. Living anchors punched into Jormungandr’s scales, locking him in place as parasitic tendrils flooded his body once more.

This time, they did not feed.

They corroded.

Conceptual toxins flooded into Jormungandr’s system—substances designed to rot lightning, decay hunger, and fracture the very idea of consumption. His lightning flickered. His coils spasmed as pain tore through him like wildfire.

The True Depravita of Gluttony found himself trapped once more, this time in a sphere of flesh and blood, but it was exactly what he wanted.

The Seal of Gluttony flared beyond its limits.

The world tilted.

Hunger was no longer an action.

It was a law.

Jormungandr opened his jaws—not toward Virelion’s body, but toward existence itself. Lightning condensed inward, collapsing into a spiraling vortex of devouring force that reached deep into the Devil Lord’s interior.

Not flesh.

Not energy.

Function.

Virelion’s outer layers convulsed as entire biological processes vanished. Regeneration slowed—then staggered. Parasitic networks withered, their purpose stripped away before they could adapt.

For the first time—

Virelion roared.

The sound was catastrophic, a psychic scream that shattered mountains of flesh and sent shockwaves ripping across the dome. His body lashed violently, abandoning calculated pressure in favor of overwhelming force. Massive tendrils smashed down on Jormungandr, each blow carrying the weight of collapsing continents.

Jormungandr endured.

His scales cracked. Lightning bled from his body in violent arcs as the impacts shattered his outer layers. Pain tore through him, but he did not retreat.

Instead, he dove.

Jormungandr coiled tightly, compressing his immense form into a spiraling spear of lightning and hunger. With a thunderous roar, he drove himself through Virelion’s body, tearing through layers of flesh, bone, and soul-fiber alike.

Biological structures attempted to close around him, to digest, to assimilate—but they vanished as the Seal of Gluttony burned brighter than ever before. Entire layers of existence were stripped away as Jormungandr forced his way deeper, following the psychic pulses toward their source.

The brain.

The Devil Lord’s core pulsed violently, unleashing waves of psychic dominance that could enslave worlds. Soul-flesh tendrils lashed outward, attempting to bind Jormungandr’s essence, to overwrite his will with Virelion’s own.

Jormungandr laughed—a sound like rolling thunder.

He bit down.

Not with teeth.

With hunger.

The core convulsed as its psychic output was devoured mid-thought. Neural masses collapsed, synaptic storms extinguished as their capacity to think was stripped away.

Virelion’s body spasmed violently.

Across the battlefield, the Devil Lord’s colossal form began to collapse. Regeneration failed catastrophically as command structures vanished.

The next second, a small yellow cat emerged from the corpse of the Devil Lord, a bloody and fierce smile on his face.